Poker Night

My dear friends from High School are coming over tonight for poker. I've planned a dinner and margaritas. In the city of Los Angeles, it is truly a treat to have friends you can trust.

I've been thinking a lot lately about a sad story from my hometown. A mother let her grandson go home with her inebriated son, and the son killed the grandson. It is so tragic when things like this happen.

My mother and I had a talk yesterday about the main reasons that people doubt the existence of god. She mentioned that it is perhaps because bad things happen to good people.

But, then, are there any people who are really good?

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